Days passed with Adi healing with his past and admiring his new light of his life, his Malini. their days were filled with love, Adithya's heart still carried scars from his past mistakes.
The night was still, the only sound in their bedroom the soft hum of the ceiling fan. Adithya and Malini lay tangled in the sheets, her head resting on his chest, her steady breathing a quiet comfort. The book of Malini sat on the bedside table, its pages worn but cherished, a testament to her unwavering love. As moonlight filtered through the curtains, Adithya drifted into a restless sleep, his mind pulling him into a dream that felt all too real.
In the dream, Malini stood at the edge of their home, a suitcase in her hand. Her eyes, usually so warm, were clouded with sadness. "Adi, naan poraen," she said, her voice breaking. "Neenga happy-a irunga." He reached for her, but his hands grasped only air as she faded into a mist, leaving him alone in a cold, empty house. His chest tightened, panic rising as he called her name, but no sound came. The weight of losing her crushed him, a fear he hadn't felt since the days of Riya's betrayal.
Adithya jolted awake, his heart pounding, sweat beading on his forehead. The room was dark, but Malini was still there, her arm draped across him, her soft snores breaking the silence. Relief flooded him, but the dream's grip lingered. He turned to her, his eyes tracing the curve of her face in the moonlight. "Malini," he whispered, his voice trembling.
She stirred, blinking sleepily. "Enna, Adi? Time enna aachu?" Her voice was groggy, but concern flickered in her eyes as she saw his expression. She sat up, the bedsheet slipping to reveal her cotton nightdress, and touched his cheek. "Enna , kanava?"
He nodded, pulling her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair. "Unna vittu poiduvaenu oru kanavu... ennala thanga mudiyala, Malu ma. I can't lose you." His voice cracked, and he held her closer, as if anchoring himself to her presence.
Malini's arms wrapped around him, her touch warm and steady. "Adi, naan enga poyiduvaen? sollu.. Naan un kooda thaan iruppen, eppovume." She pulled back slightly, her fingers brushing away the tears on his cheeks. "Seri, enna kanavu? Full-a solluda, let me laugh at your imagination."
He managed a weak smile, her teasing easing the knot in his chest. "Ni suitcase eduthutu, 'Naan poiduren'nu sonna. I was shouting your name, but you vanished. Enakku bayama irunchu, Malini. What if I mess up again? What if I hurt you?"
Malini's expression softened, but she didn't let him sink into the guilt. "Adi, athu kanavu thaan. Naan unna vittu poga maaten. You're healing, and I'm here for it. Your heart. Even when it's scared, it's honest." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering. "Now, no more sad face. Adi ma."
Adithya's lips curved into a grin, her playfulness pulling him out of the dream's shadow. "Cheer pannura alavukku, en wife romba cute-ava irukkaen," he teased, his hands sliding to her waist. He tickled her lightly, and she squealed, swatting his hands away.
"Adi, vidu .. Night-u tickle pannatha!" She laughed, trying to wriggle free, but he pulled her closer, their laughter filling the room. The tension melted, replaced by the warmth of their shared moment. Malini collapsed against him, breathless, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Seri, Mr. Adi, intha night-u enna plan? Kanavu pathutu hug pannita, next enna?"
He chuckled, his heart lighter. "Next-u, unna kiss pannuren," he said, leaning in. Their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss, her hands finding his hair as she deepened it, a quiet promise of their bond. When they pulled apart, Malini rested her forehead against his, her breath warm against his skin.
"Adi, you're enough," she whispered. "Your love, your effort—it's all I need. No more worrying, okay?"
He nodded, his admiration for her growing. Malini wasn't just his wife; she was his anchor, his light. He thought of the book, its pages filled with her love, and how she'd stood by him through his darkest moments. "Unna pathale, enakku ellame seri aayidum, Malu ma," he said softly. "You're my everything."
She blushed, nudging him playfully. "Aiyo, ivalo romantic-a pesura? Seri, morning coffee enakku venum, special-a pannu. Athu thaan enakku reward for handling your kanavu drama."
He laughed, the sound genuine. "Deal, madam. But coffee pannurathukku munnadi, oru small dance?" He stood, pulling her out of bed, and spun her gently in the moonlight, their bare feet padding softly on the floor. Malini giggled, her nightdress swirling as they swayed to an imaginary tune.
"Adi, music illama dance-a?" she teased, but she followed his lead, her hands resting on his shoulders. They moved in sync, their laughter mingling with the quiet night.
For Adithya, each step was a step toward healing, a reminder that Malini's love was his safe haven.
The next morning, Adithya woke early, determined to keep his promise. He tiptoed to the kitchen, the book tucked under his arm as inspiration. He wanted to make Malini's coffee special, just as she'd asked. As he ground the beans, he flipped through the book, pausing at a note she'd written years ago: "Adi, your smile is my favorite coffee—strong, warm, and just what I need." He grinned, his heart swelling with love.
Malini appeared at the kitchen door, her hair messy, her eyes still sleepy. "Enna, coffee ready-a? Or still dreaming?" she teased, leaning against the counter.
"Ready, madam," he said, presenting the cup with a flourish. "Special filter coffee, made with love for en wife." He winked, and she took a sip, her eyes lighting up.
"Aiyo, perfect ! Intha coffee-kaga daily kanavu drama pannu, So I'll help you in healing " she said, laughing. She set the cup down and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a playful hug. Adithya hands resting on her hips. "Park polama? "
Malini's face lit up and she nodded yes.
By mid-morning, they were at the park, a picnic basket between them. The banyan tree from their past walks shaded them as they sat on a blanket, the book open in Malini's lap. She read aloud a passage she'd marked, her voice soft and melodic. Adithya watched her, mesmerized by the way her eyes sparkled, the way she made every word feel alive.
"Malini, un voice-u, un love-u... enakku ivalo naal epdi miss aachu?" he said, his tone earnest.
She looked up, smiling. "Miss pannitaen, but ippo niingae kudae irukkaenla. That's enough, Adi." She leaned over, stealing a quick kiss, then laughed as he pretended to chase her for another.
They spent the afternoon playing like kids—chasing each other around the tree, sharing filter coffee from a flask, and laughing. Adithya felt the weight of his past lifting, replaced by the joy of the present. Malini's love was healing him, one moment at a time.
Back home, Nandhu sat in dining for lunch, his usual grin in place. "Enna, love birds, park-la romance pannitu vanthutingala?" he teased, dodging a playful swat from Malini.
Malini : Po mama
Adi smiled and looked at her admiringly. As they sat around the table, laughter and love filling the air, Adithya felt a peace he hadn't known in years. Malini's hand in his, the book on the shelf, and Nandhu's teasing—it was all he needed. He was healing, slowly but surely, with Malini by his side.
After lunch, all went to their room for a nap, As Malini walked toward their bedroom, Adithya followed, his heart racing with a mix of playfulness and desire. The moment she stepped inside, he gently pinned her against the wall, his hands settling on her hips. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. In the quiet of their room, with the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, Adithya's voice turned husky, teasing. "Athu enna, Nandhu mama? Naan mattum Adi ma?"
Malini's cheeks flushed, her words catching as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her hips. The small touches ignited a burning desire within her, her pulse quickening. "Athu..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her body leaning into his touch.
Adithya grinned, his eyes dark with affection and mischief. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. "Call me Mama," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and warm. "Sollu, Malini."
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